In the heart of an endless midnight forest, where barren trees stand as ancient sentinels—black branches clawing at the void—a colossal bloom of shattered sapphire erupts toward the heavens.
This is no flower of earth, but a tempest of fractured light: thousands of jagged crystalline shards, each edged in crimson fire and veiled in indigo shadow, whirl upward in ecstatic chaos, glowing from within as though lit by some hidden, restless star.
Yet at the core of this tempest, gazing outward with quiet intensity, emerges the face of a man. His features are woven from the same fractured crystalline shards—eyes like deep indigo voids, a mouth hinted in crimson shadow, brow etched in glowing facets—serene and enigmatic, as though he is both the source and the soul of the swirling chaos.
He rises from the vortex like a spectral apparition, half-dissolved into the radiant storm yet unmistakably present, his gaze meeting the viewer across the frozen expanse. The shards that form him pulse with inner fire, scattering glimmers of crimson and magenta, as if his very essence is igniting the night.
Around this luminous, fractured visage, the silent trees bear solemn witness, their twisted silhouettes framing him like guardians of a forbidden revelation.
Faint horizontal whispers of distortion drift through the scene, as if time itself falters, turning memory into stained glass.
Here, desolation, wonder, and quiet human presence entwine: a nocturnal cathedral of ruin and rebirth, where the cold breath of the forest cradles the burning, impossible heart of a man made of midnight light.
Unique painting. Acrylic on board Unframed dimensions: 24” high x 18” wide. Signed by the artist on the back, dated 2020.
In the heart of an endless midnight forest, where barren trees stand as ancient sentinels—black branches clawing at the void—a colossal bloom of shattered sapphire erupts toward the heavens.
This is no flower of earth, but a tempest of fractured light: thousands of jagged crystalline shards, each edged in crimson fire and veiled in indigo shadow, whirl upward in ecstatic chaos, glowing from within as though lit by some hidden, restless star.
Yet at the core of this tempest, gazing outward with quiet intensity, emerges the face of a man. His features are woven from the same fractured crystalline shards—eyes like deep indigo voids, a mouth hinted in crimson shadow, brow etched in glowing facets—serene and enigmatic, as though he is both the source and the soul of the swirling chaos.
He rises from the vortex like a spectral apparition, half-dissolved into the radiant storm yet unmistakably present, his gaze meeting the viewer across the frozen expanse. The shards that form him pulse with inner fire, scattering glimmers of crimson and magenta, as if his very essence is igniting the night.
Around this luminous, fractured visage, the silent trees bear solemn witness, their twisted silhouettes framing him like guardians of a forbidden revelation.
Faint horizontal whispers of distortion drift through the scene, as if time itself falters, turning memory into stained glass.
Here, desolation, wonder, and quiet human presence entwine: a nocturnal cathedral of ruin and rebirth, where the cold breath of the forest cradles the burning, impossible heart of a man made of midnight light.
Unique painting. Acrylic on board Unframed dimensions: 24” high x 18” wide. Signed by the artist on the back, dated 2020.
